He is the fountaine whence my streames doe flowe--
Forgive me if I speake as I was taught,
A lyke to women, utter all I knowe,
As longing to unlade so bad a fraught.
My mynde once purg'd of such lasciuious witt,
With purifide words and hallowed verse,
Thy praises in large volumes shall rehearce,
That better maie thy grauer view befitt.
Meanewhile yett rests, you smile at what I write;
Or, for attempting, banish me your sight._
Thomas Nash.
FOOT- AND LINE NOTES
[k] Quite detached, on page 94 of the Rawl. MS. (the text
commences on page 96), are a few lines entitled "The Epilogue," which
are obviously part of the above, albeit more than usually imperfectly
copied. Why so placed does not appear, especially as several blank
pages immediately follow the conclusion of the Bodleian copy.
Title, _The Choosing of Valentines_, Nashes Dildo.
2 _yong_, younge; _their iollie roguerie_, their brauery; _iollie_,
Fr. _joli_, pretty, fine. _Bravery_, finery; _Cf_. Holinshed's _Chron.
of Eng., 55_--The ancient Britons painted their bodies "which they
esteemed a great braverie.
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